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It seems among groups of professionals are individuals who could be described as clinically insane. I almost lost my cool with a guy who was yelling insane right-wing-nut bullshit at a Border Patrol agent doing his job.

I will never get why a disproportionately high percentage of people who work for the government insist that government employees are all parasites living off the work of decent hard-working Americans.

I love the way a claim can be considered fact merely on priority. I spent nearly 14 years in the Army between the National Guard, the Regular Army, and the Reserves. Yet I am not a soldier. But because someone once said, “once a Marine, always a Marine,” every FORMER Marine claims to still be a Marine until death. Similarly, Tom Brokaw decided that the people who came of age in time to participate in WWII were “the Greatest Generation.” Well, I say “the Greatest Generation” sucked. They did alright by themselves, but they also spawned the “Baby Boomers.” Or, as I call them, “the Rube Generation.”

We are living through the greatest period of peace and prosperity in history, yet a sizable fraction of the world’s population still lives in squalor.

Why?

Because most of the Baby Boomers were middle class in a booming economy. A generation taught to look up to the most spoiled of their peers. Thus did they grant the rest of us the brilliant Ponzi scheme of Reaganomics or, more precisely, bullshitonomics. The generation that clawed its way out of the great depression and defeated the combined might of the Axis powers mollycoddled their progeny into blindly following the most pathetic of lickspittles (such as Mitch McConnell) and electing the most resolutely lazy human being ever to infest the Oval Office in the vacant visage of the Lesser Bush.

Yes, the claim can be made that the immediate members of your lineage aren’t much better. These were called “Generation X” by some horse’s ass trying to sell heavily horseshit-infused dead trees. But their successors were the shittiest of all.

My only hope for this largely worthless bundle of the excreta of various ungulates is that some day, the ratio of non-piece-of-shit Millennials to piece-of-shit Millennials will exceed 1 in 5.

I’m sure there exists some sort of drug that greatly mutes the ability to feel empathy. That could be very useful in the case that a person, say, wanted to become a token Hispanic to shill right-wing talking points on the cable news networks. Of course, this hypothetical person would also have to be the “Hispanic friend” of an uncomfortably large number of wealthy people. That probably involves showing up to stupid events for the entire duration. Ughh. It would probably also require accepting suggestions such as “Don’t hide your accent, I’m sure it’s charming.” and to “Why don’t you show us one of those Latin dances your people do?”

Well, it beats working. Because, you know, if Hispanics are anything it’s lazy.

Quit pretending this country is anything but the host to your parasite. It is strange that so many of the leeches draining the wealth and health of this nation shriek so loudly and hysterically that the filth of the country (read: all but a few hundred obscenely rich people) should accept their lot.

Their toadies share the basic message: “The rich are rich because they deserve to be rich. The poor are poor because they deserve to be poor.”

But they go a step further: “I don’t mind being defrauded by the wealthy (mostly wealthy through inheritance), so long as those worse off lose more.”